"You speak the Suzhou dialect very well, Mr. Fit." The Führer picked up the teacup with an indifferent expression and blew the tea in the cup elegantly.

Now it was Fit's turn to be surprised, the other party was able to point out the language he used directly, and it seemed that the German Führer was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"You are so knowledgeable that you can distinguish the dialect of Suzhou, China." Fett praised respectfully.

Speaking of which, at this time, even the locals of Suzhou, I am afraid that not many people know about "scaring people". This kind of tea also has a resounding name called "Biluochun", which is said to be a rabbit hunting demon Xiaoma... The name given by Xiao Xuanzi himself (how cute is the rabbit, how can you hunt the rabbit... o(≧口≦)o !).

At that time, as soon as the golden mouth of the Qing Dynasty Kidney Ancestor was opened, the name "scaring people's incense", which was full of local flavor, of course, could no longer be used. The name of "Biluochun" of the Qing Dynasty resounded all over the country as a tribute tea, and the name of "frightening people", which was given by the working people, has been buried in the pile of old papers.

"Biluochun is a famous Chinese tea, and here it is a specially selected special product, because the production area has been occupied by the Japanese army, and there is not much left in the hands of Chairman Jiang." Xu Jun took a sip of tea, and then put the teacup back on the coffee table.

"I'm a little curious, where did you learn Suzhou dialect?" The German Führer asked.

"I've been to China with Sir Durant and stayed in Suzhou for a week." Fett replied.

"You learned the local language in a week?" Xu Jun's eyes widened, this guy in front of him was a genius.

"It's just some simple life language, I have to say, it's a very beautiful dialect." Fett replied with some smugness.

"Then you still need to say, Wu Nong's soft name is not blown out." Xu Jun thought in his heart.

"Has Sir Durant been to many countries?" The Führer changed the question.

"Sir doesn't like to travel, and that trip to China was also Miss Rachel's suggestion, and she had always wanted to go to the East for her honeymoon."

"They're married? You mentioned earlier that Rachel came to Cairo..."Although he already knew the answer, Xu Jun still cooperated and asked.

"Yes, Your Excellency, the two of them are married, and this should be the most romantic thing I have ever seen in my life." Fett's tone was full of emotion.

He took off the white gloves on his hands, thanked Xu Jun, and picked up the teacup in front of him.

Miss Rachel's companions had no experience of traveling, and they ran to Cairo stupidly with only a few suitcases and personal servants. The law and order situation in Egypt was very bad then, but now it is much better, it was really chaotic, the streets were full of beggars, thieves and fraudsters, and when Miss Rachel got off the boat, she lost half of her luggage, and her wallet and all her papers, and if she hadn't been lucky enough to meet Sir Knight, they would have had to sleep on the streets that day. Fett said.

"Don't the police care?" Weirle frowned.

"General, it was 1910." Fit replied with a smile.

"Oh, I forgot." Werler patted his forehead.

In 1910, Egypt was not a British colony, but was nominally an Egyptian province under the Ottoman Empire. Although the British ambassador to Egypt held de facto control, there were some aspects that the British could not afford to be too explicit, given the international political implications.

The British feared that if they had made this start, it would provoke other ideas in Russia and France, which had long coveted the Ottoman Empire, but lacked a valid reason. If Britain had dared to openly annex Egypt at that time, the Russians would have dared to attack Constantine the next day.

The situation in Europe before the First World War was a mess, all kinds of ethnic conflicts, all kinds of regional disputes, all kinds of interest entanglements, all kinds of death, all kinds of madness, the contradictions between several major powers have approached the critical point, the whole of Europe is like sitting on a volcanic crater that is about to erupt, some smart people have sensed the danger, but most of the people choose to turn a blind eye, people are immersed in the prosperity brought by the industrial revolution, Europeans do their best to anesthetize themselves, and confidently wait for the end to come.

"Don't interrupt Fett's story, Wheeler." Xu Jun said with a smile, and the chief of staff hurriedly nodded yes.

"Please go on, Mr. Fett, what happened next." The Führer spread his hands elegantly, and the natural aristocratic temperament made the people in the room involuntarily awe-inspired. The people around him couldn't help but sigh, worthy of being an apostle of God, and indeed the leader of the country, showing majesty in the plain places, and making people feel awe-inspiring in their every move.

"Sir Durant fell hopelessly in love with Miss Rachel from the first time he saw her. He was thirty-six years old at the time, and Miss Rachel was only nineteen, but Jazz did not care about the age gap, and launched a fanatical pursuit of Miss Rachel. Sir was a romantic gentleman, and every day he would personally pick a bouquet of roses from the garden and give it to Miss Regis, as well as passionate love letters and countless poems in praise of love. Fett recounted the past with a look of fascination.

"It's obvious that the old cow wants to gnaw on the tender grass, but this old guy still says it so high-sounding." The Führer swallowed the spoonful of dog food with a mouthful of blood.

Speaking of which, this was a very common thing in Europe at that time, and the age gap was even larger, and some countries did not even have a minimum age limit for marriage, so don't overestimate the discipline of Europeans in marriage matters.

"Miss Rachel was finally touched by Jazz's persistence." (Führer: It's unbearable, being stalked by an uncle's neurotic stubbornness...) ）

So she agreed to Sir's proposal. (Führer: poor little French cabbage...) Ahh ）

"This piano was specially made by Sir from Paris and was given to Miss Rachel's engagement gift. He was worried that the young lady would miss his homeland, so he deliberately chose a piano made in France, which was such a romantic idea, and this piano attested to a sincere and beautiful love. (Führer: This B-grade piano is not expensive, and I even bought it from the piano factory for her, what is romantic, ahhhhhh This dog food is good for stuffing teeth. ）

"Sure enough, it's a romantic love story, and Jazz's married life must be very happy." The Imperial Führer clapped his hands and chuckled, the back of his head shining with holiness.

"Indeed, Your Excellency, Lord Durant and Mrs. Rachel had a good time, and they were immersed in happiness at every moment, and Sir and Mrs. were so happy that even I, a bystander, felt a little jealous." Fett replied.

"It's really enviable, after listening to such a romantic love story, I really want to meet the Jazz couple in person." The Führer said expectantly.

"Sadly, they're all gone." Fett replied respectfully, and Xu Jun's hand holding the teacup shook and almost spilled the tea on his pants.

"That's a shame when it happened. (Fooling me, believe it or not, drag you out and feed Stalin (╯"□′)╯(┴─┴)" the Führer asked with a serious expression.

"During the World War, Sir joined the British Army, but contracted malaria in the jungles of East Africa and died less than half a year after being sent back, only two months before the end of the war." Fett said with a heavy expression.

"And what about Mrs. Rachel? When did she die. Xu Jun asked in a deep voice, casually picking up half a cigar from the ashtray.

"Just six months after Jazz's death, Lady Rachel returned to England with his body for burial, only to catch the Spanish flu in London." Fit replied sadly.

The Spanish flu was the worst epidemic outbreak of the twentieth century, second only to the infamous Black Death in history. In just two years between 1918 and 1919, more than one billion people worldwide fell ill, of whom about 40 million died, four times the number of people killed on both sides in the recently concluded First World War.

This terrible virus was given the name H1N1, and it was customary to burn all the bodies at that time, so that future generations have never been able to see the virus in its true form. It wasn't until the end of the twentieth century that scientists in the United States and Britain isolated the deadly virus from the newly discovered remains of some of the sick and dead.

"It's a real tragedy." At such a time, what else can Xu Jun say.

"So who's running the inn now, Mr. Fett, is it Sir Sir's family?" Wierle chimed in.

"It's a pity that the Jazz have no family in the UK, in fact he was forced to leave the UK, the Durant family has several powerful rivals in the country, but they don't have to worry about it now, the Durant family is completely extinct, and no one will seek revenge on them anymore." "The owner of this inn is now Madame Rachel's nephew, the last living heir of the two families, but he returned to France after the war and joined the French army, and we have been in correspondence before, but we have severed contact since June today, and I have written several letters to the French War Office, but I have not heard back yet. I was going to take a trip to France early next year and I'm going to get it back anyway. Master Durr. Fett's expression was extremely determined, and it seemed that he had made up his mind.

"I thought I might be able to help you, that Jean. What is Dürr's full name? Which troops participated. Xu Jun straightened his body and said kindly.

"That's great, his full name is Paul. Let. Durr, who served in the 15th Motorized Rifle Division of the French Army, is not clear which unit it is, and the rank should be just a private. Fett replied with excitement on his face that he actually had this idea from the beginning, but he was worried that the other party's status was too high, and he didn't know how to mention it for a while.

Fit's description is very logical, an expatriate who returns from overseas to join the army can only be a big soldier.

"Eric, send a telegram to the Army Command and ask them to help check it out." Then Xu Jun turned his head to Fett and said, "As long as it's not killed, you should get the news soon." ”

"I really don't know how to thank you now, Your Excellency." Fett stood up gratefully and bowed solemnly to Xu Jun in thanks.

"It's easy, there's no interest in coming to work for me, Bourne. Mr. Fit. The corners of the Führer's mouth curled slightly, revealing a little fox-like smile.

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